Insomina

I had forgotten the cold clear stillness of 3am
A world alien with quiet depth
Silence so still time seems frozen
Refusing to believe in anything unseen
She always knew when I was awake at that hour
A little clatter outside my door
Then we would sit and stare
Me: her hands
Skin crinkled with age
Circling steaming china
Her: the garden
A day slowly unfurling
Spreading shadows across the lawn